Watching the life, from a far site.
It's beautiful and delight.
Sometimes up and sometimes down.
Like I am crawling on a mount.
Sometimes I lost , Sometimes I found.
It's like I am moving round and round.
I am amuse it's so funny.
It's so pure like a color of bunny.
But why then I cry,
Why these tears come out of my eyes.
This feeling of sad and sorrow,
I don't want it to come today and tomorrow.
But I guess it's a part of life.
Believe me I watched it from a far site.
You say anything , but I found it beautiful and delight.
That's my life and I watched it from a far site.
It's beautiful and delight.
Sometimes up and sometimes down.
Like I am crawling on a mount.
Sometimes I lost , Sometimes I found.
It's like I am moving round and round.
I am amuse it's so funny.
It's so pure like a color of bunny.
But why then I cry,
Why these tears come out of my eyes.
This feeling of sad and sorrow,
I don't want it to come today and tomorrow.
But I guess it's a part of life.
Believe me I watched it from a far site.
You say anything , but I found it beautiful and delight.
That's my life and I watched it from a far site.
1 comment:
gud attempt.. bt this is way beyond wt u seems to b.. this poem holds so mch pain n sorrow dat smhw i cnt relate it to u.. bt its a nice 1.. keep writing..
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